Sisters Reunited - Finale by KattyKate22, literature
Literature
Sisters Reunited - Finale
When all was said and done, what else was there to say? That event in the club had been… Enlightening, to say the least, and with it concluded, both sisters had concretely agreed to just call it a night and head home. Really, it was probably the best option that they could have taken. Both of them were tired and both of them just wanted to get back.
As Rebecca Warsaw sat under the gaze of the clear night's sky, bottle of Coke in hand and she leaned gently against the railings of the apartment complex's roof, she allowed the breeze to ruffle her hair softly. Technically, residents weren't allowed up on the roof, but then again, technically maintenance weren't allowed to leave the access door unlocked, so it somewhat evened out. Either way, the roof was where Rebecca went when she just needed to get everything off her mind, as if she was feeling the gentle winds carry her fears and woes away. Where the world could just slow down for a few minutes and she could start to make sense of
'Just Be' [Jean x Tsundere!Reader] - Part 5 by cherrypikkins, literature
Literature
'Just Be' [Jean x Tsundere!Reader] - Part 5
---'Just Be': Part 5--
You were the last to return to the barracks that night, fresh from a long soak in the baths, a towel draped around your neck. The nerves had been left frayed so thin after your earlier encounter with Jean were finally starting to unwind. As you quietly meandered your way up the path leading to the women's dormitories, you distractedly lifted a hand to comb your fingers through the damp locks of your hair.
A familiar tugging sensation against your scalp sparked the memory of Jean's savage grin. Your eyes widened. As you abruptly held your breath, you had a brief vision of his sharp amber eyes staring into yours, a
My Own Path Chapter 29 AKA: Cicero VS Lucien by gangyzgirl, literature
Literature
My Own Path Chapter 29 AKA: Cicero VS Lucien
This was no mere spirit, the thrall that had once been a Speaker for the Black Hand over two hundred years ago. His name had been forgotten by most over time, but those who truly embraced and followed the history of the Dark Brotherhood would remember his name: Lucien Lachance.
It was only shortly after his soul had been imprinted on the damned scroll that Lucien had found himself in the service of those who still recognized him and turned to him for guidance. Over time however, his name vanished along with his reputation. The scroll had been passed down to many different sanctuaries and Lachance found himself everywhere from his homeland of